User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Red Tables/@comment-2246928-20141111003147/@comment-2246928-20141211221528

Malachi 

The snap of a twig sounds, and a single leaf drifts slowly down from the tree in a small spiral. Durther gives a satisfied grunt, and the lock breaks. "We'll 'arve ole Brudder Dom fix de gurt beauties arterwards. Toime t'r go." The small mole swings the gates open, and just as she steps inside, an arrow sinks into her back. Durther crumples silently to the ground, lying dying on the grass. Just past the open gates the mole lay between, Elise stares horrified at her slain protege, shocked.

Sirinius

Nerrow gives a quick glance over the wall, before crouching back down again. "The elm closest t' the walls. Can't miss it." She watched her fellow otter attentively, as if afraid a single blink might steal away her chance at witnessing Sirinius' archery skills.

Birne 

The Abbes give him a stiff nod. "Good, though y' might not be for long." She raised her voice, calling to the other Redwallers gathered upon the wall. "On my order, ready your bows, slings and javelins, and when I give the call, we'll fire en masse in response!" Several beasts nodded in agreement, and Laurena readied her bow, licking the tip of her finger before placing a red-fletched arrow upon her bow, roaring. "Reeeady!"